Unanimous

WE GOTTA TALK

That morning all had gathered in a rented building where Ridwan and Mitty had a marriage contract. A 5-star hotel in the city. From a radius of 1 km, there are rows of flower boards adorning the road to the hotel that read congratulations and prayers for Mitty and Ridwan.

The marriage contract was only attended by the family and close relatives of the two brides. The recipe will be held on the same day and is expected to be attended by more than 1500 invited guests. The wedding party was designed with a luxurious and grand concept.

Everyone who attends the marriage contract wears traditional Malay clothing as indicated on the invitation. The men in brackets are civets with a variety of button creations. Songket design is in line with the uphill in the head. The women wore multi-colored keke brackets, with scarves adorning their heads.

Family and committee look glamorous with uniforms that have been designed far away. Except for Wiya, she has not worn the same clothes as the rest of the family because of the plan she will use at the reception. This morning she was wearing a Heart-Red brackets of the material Mitty gave her yesterday. Wiya is simple and very sweet.

His gaze swept across the entire side of the Building looking for Ilham and Rifa that had not yet been seen. Turns out Rifa sent a message to go at the reception with other office colleagues because this morning there was a job at the company that could not be left behind. While Ilham that morning had to pick up his mother who had just come from the island and promised to bring his mother during the reception later.

Disappointed to get a message from both. But surprised when he found someone who had just stood from the front of the entrance of the building who was justifying the position of the black peci he was wearing.

The man was wearing the same color as himself. The songket color is the same as the scarf color that Wiya uses. Heart red Malay brackets with golden black songket.

Although not wearing the uphill, but his black skull made the man no less dashing than other male guests. A moment Wiya walked closer to the figure. And when they become side by side. Trunk splintered in two. Is the universe playing by chance?

Not only Wiya, the man was also surprised by what he saw. Why he and the woman in front of him become like two people from the same designer. Not only the color, the emboss motif on the fabric they wear is also exactly the same.

“Pa.pak Zay. B-shirt us“ Sapa Wiya shamelessly pointed at the clothes of the two of them.

“Sorry Miss, I only use the ones Rifa prepared. I don't know if, um if.” replied Zayn who was even more embarrassed, he was very afraid that Wiya thought he was the one who deliberately created this coincidence. Although he was happy to accidentally pair up in uniform with the sweet girl in front of him.

Although lately Zayn is very busy even leaving the company for days. But he had to take the time to attend an event that was important to one of his employees. Moreover, Mitty yesterday asked himself to be a witness to the wedding. Zayn asked Rifa to prepare everything. She had no idea why the brackets she was wearing could make herself and Wiya look like a good match that morning.

While Wiya still thinks everything is a plan from Rifa. She is happy because she wears the same color. He asked his mother for permission not to wear the family uniform so that he could continue to look compact with his Boss.

 “SAH”.

With one breath, that day the heavens and the earth bear witness to a mighty covenant. Ridwan and Mitty officially became a couple who are halal in the eyes of religion and also the country. Ridwan's first kiss on his wife's forehead, beginning the beginning of their life. The couple approached each parent and the elder in the family for a hands-on procession asking for prayers and blessings to both sides of the family which today has become one .

In addition to the glass of her horn. Mata wiya can not be separated from one of the wedding witness officers who dressed in red heart. He didn't want to pass even the slightest chance he had, like he wouldn't be able to see it again tomorrow. Even if what is seen is not aware of it. Error, do not want to realize more precisely.

After offering prayers, proceed with a procession of fresh flour pat. Then the groom is taken and on the wine towards the match. The bride has changed the traditional clothes of malay kebesaran. The bride's face is covered with fans and the presence of the groom in the field with a pencak silat performance followed by a fan dance performance. Then the groom must hand over some money to the makeup artist who applies as a mak andam who has the authority to open a fan that still covers the beautiful face of the bride who has been sitting sweetly in the pelaminan.

In all the customary networks that are implemented, of course, there is meaning in each process. Which in essence is to preserve the culture and become an enhancer of the wedding party series.

After all the series of agreements and customs. All the guests who were present started to say goodbye one by one. Zayn Dwika Haris. After congratulating the two brides, he immediately said goodbye. When Zayn was just about to step out. Wiya did not waste the opportunity .

“Pak Zayn where are you going? We took photos with Mitty and Bang Ridwan”

“Eh, yes, but this is no-na first."

Wiya immediately removed the end of Zayn's sleeve, they both went to the place where Mitty and Ridwan were together. Mitty never thought to see the behavior of his sister-in-law he witnessed just now.

Zayn took a position, standing next to Ridwan, but Wiya with confidence who even directed his style.

“Eng, that's not it sir. Here here.“ He pulls Zayn into the middle of Mitty and Ridwan shifts to the right left of Zayn and Wiya.

“Eh, uh that's the deck. How did you guys become brides” protest Ridwan.

“Iya nih Wiya weird deh“ Add Mitty.

Zayn simply smiled faintly at Wiya's behavior that he had never seen before. Anxiously he pulled Wiya's waist closer towards him. Now their position is in the middle. Ridwan next to Zayn and Mitty next to Wiya.

“Well does that mean?”

Wiya choked, only then did she realize that what she did earlier was really embarrassing. Inevitably he who instead follows the style direction of Zayn. Ridwan and Mitty look as if they are angry facing towards Wiya and Zayn who smile happily as if they managed to tap the bridal guarantee that day.

Zayn handed over his phone to the photographer asking to take one more photo to be stored inside his phone. Mitty and Ridwan compactly shrugged at the behavior of the two.

After being satisfied with a few shots. They both came down from that throne. Zayn clasped Wiya's palm and walked along the road to the exit. Wiya followed the pull obediently, she hid her smile. A moment later he pulled his palm from the grasp of the handsome man in front of him as they instead headed towards the pool area.

“Pak”

Zayn looked back. Perhaps he had forgotten with his determination not to enter and teased the girl again. But, who just deliberately acted adorable as if asking to be brought home.

“Pak Zayn, where will you take me?” it quietly shrank as the grasp was slowly released.

“Go home!” Zayn replied without looking at Wiya.

“Home Father? This is the swimming pool, sir. Where do you want to go?“

"Do you really want me to take you home?"

"Ha ? Sa, Me, No!"

Zayn. He had deliberately brought the girl here. After a few things that happened the last month. Zayn needs to talk. He walked towards some rows of pool chairs followed by Wiya from behind. Then sit in one of those chairs. Unlock the black peci he was wearing and put it beside him. Wiya sat down in front of him.